These are good days for me. Worries disappear. Life is sweet. We read books, we eat goldfish crackers, we follow Grandpa around the yard and pet the kitty. She drags her chair into the kitchen to sit and watch me cook. We dance and clap. She gives me a hug and a sloppy kiss. I am her nameless grandmother. She calls Ray "bompa". I say, "say 'grandma'." She furrows her brow, thinks about it and shakes her head. She can't yet work her mouth around the right word for me.
Late in the aftenoon she grows restless and points at the door. "Mama?"
She knows, somehow, that her Mom will be there soon. She waits and watches at the window, then screams with delight and does a little happy dance when she sees her coming up the walk. And her Mom is just as happy as she is.